[NOTE 2:
This post has been reviewed by my cheerleader and her quarterback.They told me to say that they look forward to
the comments and that I’m to tell my readers that will be expected to respond
to every comment and to answer any question asked of me, regardless of its
nature.Yikes!Finally, my cheerleader told me to tell
readers that she has been reading your comments to her post and that she
intends to respond, in some fashion.]

How
about that for a bombshell?I never
thought the day would come that my cheerleader would write something for my
sissy blog.But I cannot tell you how
relieved I am that she still feels the way she does about me and is willing for
us to continue with our life together.I
have been very worried about it.

When
she told me to write a post announcing that her quarterback was coming to spend
the weekend with us, but gave me no other details, I was beyond anxious and
nervous.What were they up to?Looking back on it, I realize that the two of
them, or, at least she, had reached some kind of decision.But I was so worried about what it was.I had no idea she was going to write for my
blog and tell me to post it for her.I
had no idea he was going to tell me to write this post explaining what happened
over what will forever remembered as the most incredible Labor Day weekend of
my life, or what the three of us did together.I just knew something had to be up.

Quarterback's
instructions?First, respond to what my
cheerleader wrote.Second, tell about
the weekend, in detail.Third, explain
how I feel about it all.

How
do I feel about what my cheerleader wrote?As I said, first and foremost, relief.Relief that she continues to love me and cherish what we have.In her defense, I agree with her that she
should not be viewed harshly.I've
actually always said that.When she says
I pushed us to where we are now, she is telling the truth.Does that mean she is not in total control
now?No.She is totally in control.Of us.Now.But she is right when she says I led us here early on.And she is also right that I get off on
it.I do.I cannot deny it.There is something that happens to me when I
am fulfilling my role as her sissy husband, and especially when it comes to
serving her men.How do I feel about the
idea that she might decide to weigh in on my future posts?Honestly?Scared to death!The idea that
she will now be reading my blog and, possibly, giving her point of view?Oh boy!And that she might even answer some of my readers' questions?That is something I just don't even know what
to think about.May I ask though?Be nice?She does deserve to be treated respectfully.I love her.Maybe more than ever, if that is even possible.That she has chosen to forgive me for
violating her trust by writing this blog at all is something I would not have
expected.So I am grateful to her.

The
weekend.It began much like other
weekends we have spent with a man at our home.Okay.Maybe a bit differently.My cheerleader and I consulted on my role and
how I was to dress.I helped her get
ready.I expected for it to be a
situation where I would perform my sissy maid servant role.And I did.

My
cheerleader had me leave work early Friday afternoon.She wanted us to help each other get ready
for her quarterback.We gave each other
a pedicure and a manicure - bright red.I
then drew her a bath and bathed her, including shaving her pussy for her
quarterback, leaving a slender landing strip just above her slit.She laid out my "uniform" for the
evening - my pink maid's dress with black petticoats and pink undergarments,
including a garter belt and black stockings and black five-inch high
heels.I have two different sizes of
breast forms.She chose the large
pair.As for her, she wore a lovely
black dinner dress with a very low cut neckline, red tanga panties, a pair of
stay up stockings, black heels (lower than mine) and no bra.With her dress neckline, it was obvious she
was braless.She took extra time to
apply makeup for me, coloring my eyes dark and finishing me off with a wet red
lipstick, which she also wore.She
looked stunning and hot.I looked like,
well, a sissy.

After
I was dressed, she sent me to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner, so I knew
then that they were not going out for the evening.There had been no talk about what was up, if
anything.And yet, because of the blog
post I was told to put up announcing the weekend, I suspected something was up.I set the dining room table for the two of
them, including candles and a bottle of very nice Chardonnay for them to
share.For dinner I prepared a shrimp
and garlic pasta dish, and asparagus to go with it.Around 6ish, cheerleader's quarterback
arrived and I greeted him at the door with a curtsy, as I had been told to do
by my cheerleader.He gave me a wry
smile and said hi.I offered him a drink
and he said, “Take my suitcase upstairs.Then get me a beer.”He went
right into our den and made himself at home.I took his suitcase upstairs and told my cheerleader he was there, then
went downstairs to get him his beer.After delivering him his beer I asked if he had a good drive up.He said that he did and that traffic had not
been too bad for a Friday coming up to D.C.About then my cheerleader came downstairs and he stood for her as she
walked into the room.She was beaming to
see him and went straight to him to give him a full, wet kiss.As she did, I saw him staring down her dress
to her fully exposed breasts.As he held
her to him to kiss her back, one hand grabbed her butt and he slipped the
other, possessively, directly onto her breast, actually exposing it to me as he
groped my wife.He also looked right at
me as he did it, as if to say, 'She is mine.'And, to be honest about it, when he is around, I think she is.His.

After
they broke their kiss my cheerleader sent me to pour her a glass of white
wine.She also told me to turn on some
music and then to prepare to serve dinner soon.When I returned to the den my cheerleader was cuddled up closely to her
quarterback kissing him on his neck and he, again, was cupping one of her
breasts, coaxing sighs and moans from her as he did.I stood, uncomfortably, by waiting to serve
her wine.The two of them acted as
though I were not there, although it was equally obvious that they both
absolutely knew I was there.When she
turned her attention to me, she thanked me for the wine and told me to go into
the kitchen and serve dinner - they would be there in a few minutes.

I
did as I was told and it was not long before they walked in together to the
dining room.Her quarterback held her
chair and then sat across from her at the table.I poured each of them a glass of wine to go
with dinner and then asked if they needed anything else.Quarterback told me, “Nothing for now sissy.Leave us alone to enjoy dinner.”I noticed my cheerleader smile when he called
me “sissy.”I went into the kitchen and
ate alone, waiting to be summoned by my cheerleader and her quarterback.I couldn't hear their entire conversation,
but I sensed it was a bit serious from the tone of their voices.I was, to put it mildly, anxious.I just felt that something momentous was
about to occur.And boy was I
right!

After
about an hour, quarterback called out, "Sissy!Would you come here please?"I went into the dining room and he pointed to
the chair at the head of the table so that I was sitting between him and my
cheerleader."Sit down
sissy."I did as he told me to
do.He poured an extra glass of wine and
handed it to me, nodding for me to take a sip.I was very confused about what was up.And I almost felt small.Like a
child about to be lectured by her parents?He held his glass up to us and said, "Cheers.To us."Then he asked me how I was doing and did I know why we were there?I admitted I was nervous and confused.I asked, "Why are we here?"My cheerleader and her quarterback exchanged
glances, and then my cheerleader spoke, “As you know, you and I have discussed
this blog of yours.As have Tom and I.We’ve decided that there will be a few
changes.First, we want you to keep
blogging, as you always have.But…and
this is a big but…Tom and I are going to reserve the right to have input.And if Tom wants you to do something, you
will do it.Likewise, if I tell you to
do something for the blog, you will do that too.That is my decision.”I sat silent, stunned by her statement.Her quarterback was listening to her and
watching my reaction.“Do you understand
sissy?”I didn’t know what to say.My cheerleaders’ words had been plain enough
but, somehow, I felt there was more.“I
think so,” was all I could mutter.“May
I ask, what is meant by if there is something either of you want me to do, I
should do it?”Quarterback smiled as he
glanced at my cheerleader.“Good
question.It means, you will do as I
say.And you will do as she says.Your wife and I have discussed this.She has made it clear to me that you are her
sissy, but what should be equally clear by now is that, whenever I am here, she
is mine.And you will belong to both of
us.Our sissy.Understand?”I was, well, I can’t describe how I felt hearing what he said.Saying I was going to be “their” sissy.I looked to my cheerleader.She said, “This is what I want sissy.Can you do it?For me?”I sat quietly for what felt like forever as they both looked at me,
waiting for my reply.Could I do what my
cheerleader was asking?I didn’t
know.But I knew I could not deny
her.“Yes.I will try.”My cheerleader said, “Good girl.”Her quarterback then lifted his glass again and said, “To a great
weekend!”We touched our glasses and
took a sip.

After
the toast, my cheerleaders’ quarterback said, “I brought gifts for each of
you.They are in my suitcase.Would you go upstairs and get them sissy?”“Yes sir,” I replied.I then left them alone to go get the gifts,
wondering all of the way upstairs what he could possibly have bought us.I placed his suitcase on the bed and opened
it to find two packages, one wrapped in pink paper with light blue ribbon, and
the other wrapped in white paper with red ribbon.I took them back downstairs to find they had
moved to the den.I handed them to
quarterback and stood back, waiting.“Thank you sissy,” he said.He
then handed the white package to my cheerleader to open.She smiled and began by carefully removing
the ribbon.She then tore the paper off
and opened her box.Pulling back red
tissue paper she revealed her gift.It
was a pair of panties and a babydoll nightgown.Both were beautiful.The panties
were a light grey Eberjey Daria Thong.The babydoll was a sapphire blue Sapphire Bliss Marylyn Babydoll.

I
was embarrassed to be watching my cheerleader open, in front of me, her
intimate gift from her quarterback.But
even more, I was anxious as to what he may have bought me.My cheerleader gushed about her package and
put her arms around her quarterback and kissed him hard on his mouth, thanking
him.When they broke, he looked at me
and handed me my package.“Open it
sissy.”My hands were trembling as I
fiddled to remove the ribbon from my package, feeling their watchful eyes upon
me to see my reaction to whatever it was he’d bought for me.Finally tearing the paper away, I removed the
pink tissue paper to find that he had bought me lingerie as well.On top was a matching light blue Cosabella bra
and G-string set.Beneath them was a
light blue Fleur’t Whispers of Love lace babydoll.It was the sort of thing that I love, but to
have received it from my cheerleader’s quarterback, was beyond humiliating in
that moment.

My
cheerleader ooo’d and aahhh’d as I held them up for her to see.“So sexy sissy!” she exclaimed.“Do you like them?” she asked.I was sooo embarrassed to be opening and
receiving something so intimate from her quarterback.I could only nod.“Thank Tom,” she told me.I looked at Tom and said, “Thank you very
much.”He smiled and said, “You’re
welcome sissy.I didn’t feel right
showing up bearing gifts for your wife and exclude you,” he chuckled.Then he told us to go upstairs and put them
on.I was stunned!“Now?” I asked.He laughed.“Yes sissy.Now.Go.”My cheerleader stood up and said to me, “Come on sissy.Let’s go.”Shaken at this turn of events, I followed her out of the den.When we got upstairs, I asked her, “Are we
really going to put this on?Now?”My cheerleader said to me, “Listen
sissy.This weekend is probably going to
be different for us.I want you to
understand something.I am going to be
taking on a more submissive role with Tom.And you will be too. This is what
I want.And I think you need it.You said you would try.So, I hope you’ll keep your promise to me.Give it a chance.Okay?”I thought about what she said and then nodded.“Okay.If this is what you want.I’ll
try.”“This is what I want.Thank you.Now let’s change.”

We
each then removed our dresses and our other lingerie.I left my garter belt on as it held up my
stockings.My cheerleader helped me into
my new bra and then inserted my breast forms inside them.She helped me step into my tiny thong and
nestled my caged clitty inside them.I
picked up the babydoll and slipped it over my head and down over my breast
forms.The shortness of the babydoll,
combined with the sheer thong, resulted in my caged clitty being on prominent
display.Could that have been
intentional?I wondered.I then helped my cheerleader step into her
panties, the smooth sheer front revealing her freshly shaved cameltoe.She then let her Marilyn babydoll settle over
her, her breasts hanging freely and openly for her quarterback to have access
to.She looked amazing!No man could have resisted her.We stood looking each other over.“You look great sissy,” she said to me.“Are you ready to go model for Tom?”“Honestly?” I asked her.“No.But I don’t have a choice, do I?”She smiled.“No.You don’t.Let’s go.”And so we walked downstairs
together to go show off quarterback’s gifts to us.

That
walk down the stairs may have been the most nervous I have ever felt prior to
revealing my sissy side for the first time to one of my cheerleader’s men back
when we first went down this road of her having men.But this wasn’t just any man.This was her ex-husband, and a decidedly new
shift was taking place in our relationship, including for my cheerleader.She, on the other hand, seemed anxious to get
started on the new way of interaction.As we walked in the room he stood and whistled.“Hot damn!” he exclaimed.“Wow!You girls look hot!”My
cheerleader smiled the widest smile I’d seen from her in a long time.Me?I
was utterly embarrassed and humiliated.I saw him look directly at my caged clitty inside of the tiny thong he’d
bought me.I know he knew my cheerleader
kept me in chastity, but when I’d been around him before my panties prevented
my cage from being on such display.I
now felt utterly exposed as the sissy husband I was.To make this even worse, he walked over to my
cheerleader and pulled her into his arms, one hand grasping her bare ass cheek
and the other grabbing one of her breasts.She tilted her head back and accepted his mouth on hers and kissed him
hard and long.She moaned and sighed as
he took her right in front of me.When
they broke, quarterback said to me, “Drinks sissy,” as he led my cheerleader to
the couch to sit down.

When
I returned with their drinks, my cheerleader was locked in a deep hard kiss
with her quarterback.I stood by and
waited for them to stop, but they kept going and going, oblivious to me
standing by, feeling quite embarrassed to be exposed the way that I was as they
seemed to be getting more and more worked up together.Watching my cheerleader giving herself to her
quarterback is a complex thing for me.It makes me feel utterly inadequate, on the one hand.On the other, it turns me on beyond anything
I have ever experienced.What makes it
worse - or better - is that I think she gets that about me.But now, I was sensing that her quarterback got
it too and was relishing his newfound power over each of us.As they continued going at each other,
groping hungrily, my cheerleader was making it obvious that she wanted her
quarterback very much - possibly right there on our couch.

Finally,
they broke for breath.I took the
opportunity to present their drinks.Each took their glass and took sips.Quarterback was smiling a lascivious grin at me as he gave me the once
over in my pretty and revealing lingerie that he'd bought for me."I think your wife wants me sissy,” he
asked bluntly.“What do you
think?"Embarrassed, I could only
shrug my shoulders, although it was obvious that she wanted him."Ask her," he told me.I hesitated, uncomfortable with the situation
unfolding as it was."Go on
sissy.Ask her," he basically
ordered me.I looked at her and said,
"Do you want him?"My
cheerleader reached over to her quarterback's crotch and grabbed his thick cock
that was outlined clearly inside of his trousers."Uh huh," she answered.I looked back to her quarterback.He said, "Should I fuck her
sissy?"What was he doing?!I felt so small and humiliated to be asked
these questions about my cheerleader in front of him.Of course, I knew he was going to fuck
her.That's what they did.But never had he questioned me like this
before.And I could see that he expected
answers.I nodded my head, probably
quite meekly."You do?" He
asked."Yes," I replied.He smiled back at me, obviously pleased to
have coaxed that admission out of me.The he said, "Beg me."I replied, "What?"As
if I had not heard him clearly."Beg me sissy.Beg me to fuck
your wife.I won't fuck her unless you
beg me."I was humiliated more than
I could ever recall.I looked at my
cheerleader, to gauge her reaction.She
was watching the exchange between her quarterback and me with interest.When our eyes met, she nodded her head,
essentially telling me, 'Do it.'

Feeling
so exposed, figuratively and literally, as less than a man - as a completely
submissive sissy - I choked out the first plea, "Would you fuck my
wife?Please?"Quarterback grinned.He was enjoying this little game with
me.And my cheerleader, who I did not
sense was privy to his precise intentions, but based upon our after dinner
conversation, I suspected was not going to intervene, other than to insist that
I comply with her quarterback's commands."No.Not good enough
sissy.I think you need to get on your
knees.Really beg me.Like you mean it.Like your wife isn't going to get what she
wants unless you convince me she has to have it.And that you really want to watch me do
it."As if sensing I needed one
last assurance from her, my cheerleader nodded to me as she moved her eyes from
me to the floor in front of her quarterback.

Realizing
this would not end until I complied, and feeling uncomfortable that I felt so
turned on by what was taking place, I slowly fell to my knees in front of
quarterback.Looking up at him, my
cheerleader watching me closely as I submitted to her ex-husband's command, I
whispered, "Would you please fuck my wife?She needs it.She wants it.And I want her to have you.Please?"He was silent.He looked at me,
the dominance he held over me hanging in the air."Take it out for her."I was stunned.He was playing hardball.I hesitated yet again.He said firmly, "Take. It.
Out."My fingers were visibly
trembling as I reached up toward his crotch, completely aware that both sets of
their eyes were watching me obey him.I
fidgeted to unhook his belt buckle and then unbuttoned his pants.Feeling almost in a hurry to get it over
with, I grabbed his zipper and tugged, pulling it down.Then, insinuating what he expected next, he
lifted his butt off the seat cushion to assist me in pulling his pants
down.As I did, he used his feet to kick
off his shoes.I pulled his pants all of
the way down and then off.His cock was
already hard and bulging against his boxer shorts."Take them off too sissy," he
said.Grasping at the waistline, I
tugged them down, and as they cleared his member the thick, long dick sprang
upward, coaxing an "Oh my!" from my cheerleader.She reached for it but he slapped her
hand."Not yet.Her first."I looked up at the two of them, begging them
with my eyes to let it end.To just get
on with it and let me be.But he was
having none of it.The evening, it turns
out, was a crucial evening in the future of our relationship moving
forward.He intended to make his point
with me.And with my cheerleader.He was going to be the dominant force when
the three of us were together.

As
if smacking me with the final stroke in securing my submission to him, he said,
"Stroke it sissy.Kiss it.Get me ready to fuck your wife.Tell me how much you want her to have me."His cock is the biggest cock of all of the
men my cheerleader has had.It isn't
simply the length.It's the girth and the
power that it wields.Thick with hard
veins bulging from the blood pumping through it, I wrapped my manicured
feminine fingers around him.I won't
lie.I loved being able to feel him.To absorb his male power through my trembling
fingers.Without further command, I
leaned over and planted a soft, wet kiss on the tip of his cock.As I pulled back, I saw that my red lipstick had
left a sharp ring outlining my lips on him."Lick it," he told me.I leaned over and licked his thick, purple helmet, and then moved down
his length, licking him as I went.I
could literally feel the two of them watching me as I became absorbed in my
task - to prepare quarterback to fuck my cheerleader.As I continued, I eventually took him in my
mouth.Out of the corner of my eye I saw
him slip his fingers inside of my cheerleader's panties and begin to finger her
pussy.Her legs spread open eagerly
accepting his touch.It hit me then.My cheerleader was aroused at what was
happening.She was getting off on how
her quarterback was dominating me.And
her arousal fed me.I love her so
much.I love making her happy.And in that moment of recognition, I let
myself go.I moaned as I took
quarterback's cock in my mouth and sucked him hard.As I pulled away I sighed, "Mmmmm.You are so hard.Please fuck my wife.Fuck her now.Please?" I begged him.As if
responding to my final acquiescence in his control over me, he told my
cheerleader to stand up."Take off
your panties slut!" he commanded her.As I continued to suck his cock, she slithered her panties to the
floor."Come here," he said,
taking her hand to help her straddle his lap."Put me inside of her sissy," he told me.He was hard as a rock as I pointed his
bulging cockhead toward her wet slit.She settled onto him and moaned, "Oh sissy!Thank you!" she cried out."Fuck!You are so big!" she groaned to her quarterback as she slid all the
way onto him.I sat back on my haunches
and watched as my cheerleader began rocking on her quarterback's hard cock, my
role finally finished.Or so I
thought.

They
rocked back and forth on the couch, his cock penetrating her as deeply as it
could go.Then she rose up and revealed
his long, wet shaft.Slowly, she took
him all of the way back inside of her.Grunting as he pushed inside of her, he growled, "Suck my balls
sissy."When I didn't react quickly
enough, he ordered me again, "Now!"I quickly fell forward, underneath of my cheerleader's bottom as she
rode his cock, and burrowed my way in to get his heavy swinging ballsack and feed
it into my mouth.His sack is unshaven
and it was musky with sweat as I forced all of him inside of my mouth.I sucked his balls as my cheerleader began slowly,
rhythmically, bouncing up and down on his lap, her butt bumping the top of my
head each time she hit bottom.I was but
a sex tool for the two of them at this point as they became lost in each
other.Fucking.No more words were spoken other than my
cheerleader sighing, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over.Then, it happened.And I knew it was happening before she
did.I could feel the boiling of his
sperm preparing to burst out of him and inside of my cheerleader.I maintained my hold on his balls and then
she hit bottom and he held her there as he exploded inside of her. Over and and over he shot load after load of
his hot cum inside of my cheerleader while I was crouched low beneath them
sucking on his balls.She screeched a
sigh of feminine arousal as she orgasmed on his hard dick.When it was finally over, she went limp on
him and his balls slipped out of my mouth as he fell backward onto the
couch.I was exhausted from the emotion
and physical effort I had just been through as he showed us that he owned my
wife.Right in front of me.

As
I squatted back on my knees, I watched his sperm leaking out of my
cheerleader.Her quarterback pushed her
upward, as if to coax her off of him.And as she lifted from him, his cream began to leak freely out of
her."Suck her clean sissy,"
he told me.On this command I did not hesitate.I leaned forward and put my wide open mouth
up to her opening to accept the flood.And it was pouring out of her.There was so much cum!I sucked
and sucked as it leaked from her and into my mouth, her quarterback's softened,
massive cock, lying up against my cheek as I sucked my cheerleader clean.After I finished her, he said to my
cheerleader, "Suck me baby."She greedily took him inside of her mouth and began sucking his cum
coated cock.As she sucked him,
quarterback placed his head behind her head and maintained pressure as she
bobbed up and down on him.Then he said,
"Suck my balls again sissy!"I
was embarrassed.Humiliated.And so, so turned on at what was
happening.I dipped down and began
sucking his balls again as my cheerleader continued to suck his cock.Soon, it was obvious that he was hard again
and was closing in on another eruption.He was going to cum inside of my cheerleader's mouth as I sucked his
balls.I could feel the pressure
building up in his ballsack.Then, it
happened!He exploded inside of my
cheerleader's mouth.As he did, she
opened her mouth wide, letting his explosion of sperm pump into her mouth, but
also permitting gobs of it to escape her mouth and drip down his shaft and into
my mouth and all over my face as I kneeled beneath them sucking his balls.I could not believe how much cum he was able
to produce so quickly after already filling my cheerleader 's pussy as he
had.My cheerleader was slurping his
cream into her mouth and I just tried to keep up.Then he pulled back and his balls plopped
free of my mouth.My cheerleader looked
at me with an almost crazed look in her eyes she was so turned on.Then she reached out and wiped up a large
amount of his cum and held her fingers out for me to suck clean.She did that a few more times until she'd
removed the cum he'd spilled on my face.

Finally,
it appeared to be over, for then.But
the evening and weekend was far from over.To the contrary, it was only beginning.My cheerleader cuddled up to her quarterback on the couch as I remained
on my knees on the floor beside them.I
was confused as to what their expectations for me were.They sipped their drinks and my cheerleader
let her hand rest on her quarterback's exposed meat.Even after two orgasms, he remained plump and
large, as if he could actually do it again.I was feeling very small and impotent to be kneeling there, remnants of his
sperm drying on my face.And yet, I did
feel good about the sex.I can't tell
how much I enjoy serving my cheerleader and her quarterback in that way.And the cum?Oh my!I do love the cum!

After
a few minutes of requiring me to kneel beside them, quarterback told me to go
upstairs and prepare their bed.Then he
said, "And you go take a shower and put your nightgown back on.Then come to us to see if we need
anything."I stood and went
upstairs to turn back the sheets on their freshly made bed. I then went to the
guest room where I would be spending the weekend and removed my clothes before
going to the guest bath to shower.My
clitty had leaked considerably into my panties, but I was still sore from the
pressure of my clitty pounding to get free from its chastity cage.After I showered, I put back on the bra,
panties and babydoll quarterback bought me.

I
walked down the hall to find my cheerleader's and my bedroom door closed.Assuming they had already come up and were
inside, I tapped lightly on the door."Come in sissy," quarterback called out.I was thrown off as soon as I swung the door
open.My cheerleader was sitting atop
her quarterback, each of them completely nude, his cock obviously nestled
within her pussy.She was moaning and
groaning as she ground her pussy down on him.I stopped in my tracks.Quarterback spoke to me."Come over here sissy.Have
a seat in the chair by the bed."Right next to the bed was an easy chair that my cheerleader liked to sit
in at night to read.Obediently I walked
over and sat down, my eyes directly trained on my cheerleader fucking her
quarterback.Her breasts were bouncing
up and down as she was savoring the
sensation of riding his, once again, hard cock.

As
she rode him, her quarterback gave her instructions."Tell your sissy how much you love my
cock."Obeying, my cheerleader
looked at me and said, "Oh sissy!I
love this cock so much. He is sooo big inside of me. I need him in me all of
the time.He knows how to fuck me so
good.So fucking good!"Quarterback laughed and said, "Do you
love watching your wife fuck my cock sissy?Do you wish it was inside of you?"I was stunned.What was he
asking?I could never say that."You do.Don't you?" he insisted."Don't worry.I know.And believe me.We're going to be exploring all of those
nasty little sissy fantasies you blog about.All of them.Understand?"I felt very uncomfortable.Exposed by what I knew he’d seen on my
blogs.But I knew what he was
saying.I nodded and said,
"Yes.I understand.""Good girl.Now just sit there while I finish taking care
of your wife."

At
that point they behaved as though I was no longer present.Quarterback pulled my cheerleader close to
him and began devouring her breasts, biting her nipples.Hard!She squealed loudly when he did, but it only made her more aroused.After a few minutes he suddenly flipped her
over onto her back.He pinned her legs
wide and above her head.Now pinning her
firmly against the bed he began pulverizing her pussy with long, deep strokes
of his cock driving inside of her wet, engorged pussy.I could not take my eyes off of the sight of
the two of them going all animal on each other.They were grunting and groaning louder than I'd ever heard my
cheerleader during sex.Then, when his
ejaculation seemed imminent, he pulled his cock out her and began jacking off,
spraying her breasts and face with his cum.My cheerleader opened her mouth wide to catch as much as she could.After a few strokes all over her, he jammed
his cock back inside of her and began fucking her some more.The entire time she was screaming out how
much she loved his cock and for him to keep fucking her harder and harder.I was aware as I watched them that my own
clitty was hard as a rock pressing against its cage.I was so turned on watching him take my cheerleader,
and likewise her give herself to him.I
could not deny it.It was too
powerful.And they each knew it.Once spent, quarterback collapsed onto my
cheerleader's chest, her breasts pressing firmly against him.She dropped her legs and wrapped them around
his waist, holding him inside of her as she milked more and more of his sperm
out of him.Quarterback spoke to
me."Come give your wife a good
night kiss sissy."Obediently, I
stood and walked over to them.I leaned
over and she welcomed my mouth to hers, slipping her cummy tongue inside my
mouth, sharing her quarterback's sperm with me.As we parted she whispered, "Good night sissy.I love you."I choked out "Good night.I love you too."And then I left them alone to return to the
guest room where I would not sleep for quite a while.

The
next morning I was awakened by my cheerleader nudging me in my bed.When I opened my eyes she was smiling at
me."Good morning sleepyhead,"
she whispered as she crawled into the bed and pulled the covers back to snuggle
in next to me.She was wearing her
babydoll that her quarterback had bought her."How are you baby? she asked."Fine," I told her.She
kissed me on the cheek and asked, "Was last night too much?Are you okay?"I thought for a moment and replied, "It
was fine.I mean, I was torn.He was very dominant last night.But, mostly, I liked it.So, yes.I'm fine.And you?Are you okay?"She giggled."Are you kidding?That might
have been the best night of sex ever!Thank you very much."I
smiled."You're welcome. I like when you are happy.""I know you do.You are so sweet.I hope this is going to be okay.If it ever isn't, you tell me.Okay?"I was touched that she was so attentive to my feelings."Okay," I answered her."I will.""Good girl,” she said. “Now get up and get dressed.You need to go make us breakfast.We'll be down in a bit.I left clothes for you to wear today on the
bathroom counter.I'm expecting you to
be a very good sissy today.Understand?"I smiled and
said, "Yes ma'am!"She laughed
and then crawled out of my bed to rejoin her quarterback.

After
my cheerleader left I got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower and
get dressed.Lying on the counter was a
white lace thong, the pink hot pants my cheerleader had bought for me a few
summers ago with her quarterback's money, a pink lace full cup bra, a tight
fitting sheer white top that only came down to my belly, and my black high
heels.It appeared I was going to be on
display again today.I wondered if that
was intended to make me feel humiliated and submissive.If it was, it was working.Because I was going to feel that way.All day. After dressing and applying some
makeup I went down to make some breakfast.As I walked past my cheerleader's and my bedroom I could hear the shower
running and guessed that they were showering together.

Downstairs
I went about the business of preparing breakfast.I put coffee on and tossed some bacon into a
cast iron skillet to fry while I mixed pancake batter.Quarterback came down first. He was wearing
gym shorts and a t-shirt.He walked up
behind me and slapped me playfully, and yet possessively, on my ass."Good morning sissy."He breathed in a deep breath."Mmmmm...smells good.How about some coffee?" he demanded,
more than asked.I pulled a mug from the
shelf and poured him a fresh cup and set it on the bar for him.He mixed it himself and took a long draught
and sighed his appreciation."You
make good coffee sissy," he complimented me.I was feeling very self-conscious being alone
with him, especially dressed as I was.I
felt like he was eying me up and down."You did good last night sissy.I expect more of the same today.Do you understand?"I wasn't
100% sure what he was asking and did not respond.As if sensing a need to explain, he added,
"Today, your wife belongs to me.Your job is to look after our needs.Whatever they are.Okay?"I stopped what I was doing and looked at
him."I do.""Good girl," he replied.

He
sat at the bar watching me cook.I could
feel him staring at my ass in the tight pink hot pants I wore.They were so tight that my chastity cage was
outlined prominently in the front.I
felt naked before him.A few minutes
later my cheerleader come into the kitchen.I was surprised when I saw her.She was wearing nothing except one of her quarterback's dress shirts,
completely unbuttoned.No bra.No panties.Just his oversized shirt hanging down just past her ass.She approached me and kissed me on the
cheek."Smells good sweetie.""Thank you," I answered."I'll pour you coffee."As I poured coffee for my cheerleader she
went to her quarterback and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in and
kissed him softly on his mouth.He
dropped his hands possessively to her ass and gave her a big squeeze.His shirt fell open and her bare breasts
pressed up against him.They kissed and
kissed as my cheerleader made herself open and available to him.He pulled her close to him and dropped his
head down and began devouring one of her breasts, coaxing a sigh and a groan
from my cheerleader."You want more
baby? he asked."I thought this
morning wore you out.""Mmmmm.I want more,” she
cooed.“More.More.More."He slipped his
fingers between her thighs and grabbed her pussy."Fuck!You horny bitch!Soaking fucking
wet!"To me he said, "You
wouldn't believe how wet your wife is sissy!Fuck!I may have to fuck her again
right here!"My cheerleader giggled
and said, "Yes please!"In a
flash, as if accepting her teasing dare, quarterback jumped up and grabbed her
by the waist, twisting her around and bending her over the kitchen bar.Before she could blink he had his cock out of
his gym shorts and pushing it up inside of her slick and ready pussy.My cheerleader opened her thighs to receive
him and groaned as he slid up to the hilt inside of her."You horny bitch!" he growled.“I'm going to wear that pussy out today.”I stopped what I was doing and just stood by,
dumbfounded as quarterback fucked my cheerleader over our kitchen bar before
breakfast.It was a fast and furious
fuck too.She was crying out how much
she loved his cock and urging him to fuck her harder and harder.Before I knew it he was pressing his cock
inside her and grunting as he emptied his sperm into her.She was looking at me across the top of the
bar, her bare breasts pressed firmly onto the dark granite countertop.When he was finished, he looked at me and
said, "Get over here sissy.Your
job today is to keep your wife clean after we fuck. I have a feeling you're
going to be busy too."I did not
question him.I walked around the bar
and, as he pulled out, I leaned down to catch the first dribble of his cum and
began sucking her clean.My cheerleader
sighed as I slid my soft tongue inside of her."Easy baby," she said."It's a little sore.He's so
big!"I was careful to treat her
gently doing my job.When she was clean,
I went back to work cleaning the kitchen as my cheerleader snuggled again to
her quarterback.I knew then that the
weekend was going to be a fuckfest between them, with me serving a very
subservient sissy role.

They
each ate a hearty breakfast.All the
fucking had built up huge appetites for each of them.After breakfast they went into our den to
relax and get ready to watch the first full day of college football.I cleaned the kitchen and then went upstairs
to make their bed and straighten up any mess, including putting their clothes
away.When I checked on them,
quarterback told me to sit down and wait for anything hey might need.And so I did, and was a witness to my
cheerleader continuing to push herself on her man.Over the course of the day, I was called upon
to clean her pussy several times, as well as make sure they were supplied with
food and drink.My jaw was sore, and I
know my cheerleader's pussy had to be sore as well, but she never
complained.Not once.On the contrary, she seemed to be constantly
aching for his cock inside of her.

In
the afternoon my cheerleader excused herself to go shower and get refreshed.While she was gone her quarterback had a
little talk with me.He wanted to be
sure I was okay with the direction things were going between the three of us.It felt like an opportunity to be honest, and
so I tried to be.One of the things he
discussed with me was how he planned to help me explore the fantasies he knew I
had from things I post on my two blogs, both here and on Tumblr.He told me that he and my cheerleader had
discussed things quite a bit since he'd discovered my blogs and that she had
come to an acceptance of me and the things that seemed to make me tick.But the other thing he wanted to make sure I
was okay with was the new, more open dominance he was showing toward her, as
well as her reaction to it.I told him I
did not realize that she had the submissive streak she appeared to have,
especially toward him.But I could also
see she seemed to thrive on it, especially her freedom to be that way with him
in front of me.It was a good and open
conversation and I felt good about things afterward.He then sent me to get him a beer and to
prepare dinner for him and my cheerleader.

Cheerleader
came down dressed for dinner, so to speak.By that, I mean she was wearing clothing, just not much.If I had to describe it in a word, I'd say
she looked slutty.But in a classy way?She was wearing a red matching lingerie set
consisting of a garter belt with fishnet hose, red high heels, a sheer lace
panty and shelf bra, covered only by a sheer white robe that was open in the
front.Her quarterback was very pleased
and let her know right away by grabbing her and kissing her hard as he groped
her ass and fondled her breasts.She
looked so hungry for him.I thought he
might fuck her before dinner.Instead,
they went into the den together while I finished making dinner.

When
it was ready I called them in to eat.They had a nice, quiet dinner together while I ate alone, again, in the
kitchen.After dinner, they retired to
the den to watch more football while I cleaned up the dishes.When I finished I went to the den to see if
they needed anything.Quarterback
pointed at the floor in front of him."Kneel sissy," he commanded me.My cheerleader was watching me, as if to see
how I would respond.I walked meekly
toward them and dipped to my knees and kneeled as he had told me.He then said to my cheerleader, "Your
sissy has been a good girl today.Don't
you think?"She smiled at me and
agreed that I had."I think she
deserves a reward," he went on."What do you think?""What do you have in mind?" she asked."I want you to decide,” he said.“What would you like to see her
do?"She looked at me quietly as
she considered it."I want her to
suck your cock for me."He looked
at me."Okay then sissy.What are you waiting for?Suck it."

I
won't lie.I wanted his cock.All to myself.I really did.But at the same time, I felt as submissive and humiliated as I had since
my cheerleader began cuckolding me many years ago.I moved between quarterback's thighs and
pulled his gym shorts off, revealing his thick, hard dick.I softly held it in my fingers and stroked
him, feeling him grow as I did.The two
of them watched me intently."Look
at us sissy," he said.I turned my
eyes to them so they could see the look in my eyes as I held him.He slipped his hand between my cheerleader's
thighs and inside of her panties, rubbing her clit and coaxing soft sighs and
moans from her.I leaned in and kissed
his cockhead, then slowly licked him down his shaft.He was growing bigger and bigger. As I tackled the task before me my cheerleader
urged me on, " Go on sissy.Take
him in your mouth."With her
encouragement, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took as much of him
into my mouth as I could.He was so
thick!As I did, I felt a hand on the
back of my head.It belonged to my
cheerleader.Her other hand joined in
and softly grasped my head, and she began controlling my motion, lifting me up
and down on her quarterback's cock, quietly encouraging me to suck his cock,
calling me her good girl and her good cocksucker.I was so fucking excited for her to be taking
control of me and helping me suck her quarterback's cock.She began lifting me up and down faster and
faster, pushing downward a little bit harder each time down.He was so big and hard that he gagged me whenever
she pushed particularly hard.My eyes
began to water as she helped me suck him off.I felt the explosion coming a split second before it happened.The load of sperm that gushed out of his cock
and into my mouth was enormous.I
swallowed as much as I could but more and more followed.It began oozing out of my mouth and down onto
his shaft.Before I knew it, my cheerleader
was leaning over and helping me take his cum and licking on his dick with
me.It was so hot to be sharing a cock
in that way with her.We finally
finished him off and then she kissed me, deeply and passionately.It was a very erotic moment for us and one I
will always cherish.

Afterward,
the three of us sat together watching football, my cheerleader cuddled up with
her quarterback while I sat alone on a chair.Periodically I would get them something.But mostly, we just hung out. It
was quite nice really.After the game
they went up to bed together and I went alone to my room.We said goodnight.As quarterback was about to close the door to
their room he said, "We'll have breakfast in bed in the morning
sissy.Wear your pink uniform."I went into my room and removed the sissy
outfit I'd worn all day.My panties were
damp from leaking out of my chastity cage.I took a quick shower and then put on the babydoll quarterback had
bought me to sleep in.On this night I
had no trouble falling asleep.I felt
good about things.Really good.

I
woke early Sunday morning, showered and dressed in my black maid’s uniform.I went downstairs to organize breakfast so
that I could get it ready quickly when they called for it.The morning stretched on and they were quiet
upstairs.Finally, around 10, my cell
phone rang.It was my cheerleader.“Good morning sissy!” she sang cheerily.“Time for breakfast!”I replied, “Yes ma’am.I’ll be right up.”“Good!” she said.“And sissy?”“Yes?” I answered.“I expect full
sissy maid service this morning.Do you
understand?”I thought I did.I told her “yes” in any event.I prepared a tray of muffins, fruit and
coffee to take to them in bed.At their
door I lightly knocked.My cheerleader
told me to come in.Anxious about how I
might find them, I braced myself for anything and opened the door to enter.They were sitting up in bed next to each
other, both entirely nude, my cheerleader cuddled up to her quarterback,
watching SportsCenter on television.Quarterback’s cock, large and plump even when soft, lay glistening
across his lap, apparently having been recently used.I stepped inside and performed a deep
curtsy.They were smiling at me as I
delivered their breakfast.My cheerleader
said, “Very nice sissy.What do you have
for us?”I told her there were blueberry
muffins, mixed fruit, and coffee.“Yummy!” she exclaimed.“We’re
starved!”At this point quarterback had
not spoken.It seemed odd to me that my
cheerleader was taking charge.As it
turned out, she was only taking charge of me.

I
gave them each a plate with a muffin and fruit on it and then poured their
coffee and set their mugs on the night table by our bed.Quarterback took his and sipped it.“Very good sissy,” he complimented me.“You really do make the best coffee.”I thanked him and asked if they needed
anything else.My cheerleader said, so
matter of factly that it was almost like asking for more sugar for her coffee,
“Would you please clean Tom’s cock for me?I’m going to want him fresh and clean after breakfast.”I noticed quarterback looking at me.Then, as if it was as simple a thing as
giving her more sugar, I curtsied and replied, “Yes ma’am.”And so then, while they watched television
and ate breakfast, I slowly licked and sucked quarterback’s soft cock and balls
until they were clean.All over.Very thoroughly.When I finished, my cheerleader said, “Very
nice sissy.Now me.”I thought, ‘Oh fuck!I can’t believe this!’And yet, it was happening.Again, I curtsied and then set about licking
and sucking quarterback’s sperm that was still inside of my cheerleader from
their morning fuck.As I did, she
allowed her thighs to open enough to give me full access.She even placed one of her hands on the back
of my head and maintained a soft, yet steady, pressure as I licked her.As I neared completion she permitted herself
a quiet orgasm from me pleasuring her, and I admit that I loved that she
permitted me the honor.

My
cheerleader and her quarterback stayed in bed for the rest of the day.I was summoned back and forth all day to
provide them whatever they desired.I
made them lunch and served it in bed.I
was not asked to provide them hygiene assistance again, although it was obvious
that they made love throughout the day.My cheerleader and her quarterback were ravenous for each other.I allowed myself to believe that they were
each mutually turned on by the way they were using me during the weekend too.When evening settled, they got up, dressed in
casual clothes, and came downstairs.They had decided to go out to dinner, leaving me alone for a while.When they returned home after dinner, they
settled in the den to watch more football and let me serve them.Later, I was sent to fold back their bed,
which I’d made while they were out.Then
we all went to bed and, believe me, I was exhausted.

I
woke up before them the next morning to prepare breakfast, assuming they would
want breakfast in bed again on Labor Day Monday.Instead, not long after I was up, quarterback
came down dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying his luggage.I was surprised, as I didn’t expect him to be
leaving so soon.He sat down to the bar
and told me to go ahead and fix his breakfast.He wanted to talk to me.Alone.As I began fixing his
breakfast, he told me he was pleased with how the weekend had gone.He also told me my cheerleader was very happy
about things.He asked me if I was
okay.I thought about it before
answering, but the truth was that I was okay, and so I assured him I was.He said that was good.He also told me then that my cheerleader was
going to write something that I was to post on my blog.That stunned me.And, of course, that has happened.That is also when he told me that I was to
write a detailed accounting of the weekend, which I have now done.He explained that, from time to time, for the
foreseeable future, he and/or my cheerleader may contribute to my blog and also
may require me to post specific things about specific subject matters, and that
they expected full compliance.He made
me assure him that I understood.And I
do.Am I nervous about it?You bet I am!But am I prepared to follow their instructions?The answer is yes.I am.After he had his talk with me, he left to return home.About then cheerleader came downstairs
dressed and ready for the day.It turns
out she’d suggested to quarterback that he leave early.There was a baseball game that afternoon that
she knew I wanted to attend, and so I was sent up to transform to my male alter
ego and we had a wonderful Labor Day together.

The
final thing quarterback told me to write about is how I feel about everything
now.That is so difficult.First, I feel fortunate.I broke a promise to my cheerleader when I created
this blog.She told me she didn’t want
me putting stuff about us out there on the Internet.But I needed somewhere to talk about some of
the feelings that are swirling around in my little sissy brain.And I had this incredible compulsion to tell
my story.That is no excuse,
however.So I feel lucky that she has
accepted my blog.As for this increased
dominance of my cheerleader by her quarterback?Who am I to comment?Look at all
that I’ve done to bring my cheerleader and me to this point?No.I
cannot fault her for exploring her own feelings of submissiveness with a man
who will always be her first, and best.And so I intend to do what is needed of me, and to continue to be her
sissy husband who looks after her desires.Finally.Truthfully?I enjoyed the weekend.I felt privileged to be permitted an inside
look at how quarterback pleases my cheerleader, and likewise, how much pleasure
she receives from him.And to be
permitted to be that intimate with each of them throughout the weekend was very
exciting and I actually feel honored.Am
I still nervous about the future?Very
much so.But I’m along for the
ride.

I’m
going to close with this plea.Don’t be
hard on them.They care about me.I can tell.My cheerleader loves me.And I
think quarterback is actually enjoying what I do for them too.

53 comments:

Okay, I feel compelled to comment on this, even though I'm still working my way through all the previous posts about your journey. Plus, my sweet Emma had lots of thoughts and feelings about this entry, and I wanted to be able to discuss it with her.

You put a lot of effort into recording just about every detail here, and I had a lot of emotions as I read through. Positive ones, I assure you!

You're so brave, living as you are, as authentically yourself as possible. And your Cheerleader is equally brave, from her initial steps in meeting your needs as a sissy, to meeting her own needs in the relationship.

I've seen how, every step of the way, your Cheerleader has checked in with you, has made sure of your emotional well-being, made sure that you know you are still very loved and cherished. I can see that and feel that every time you mention her.

Ah, the Quarterback. From your post, he fairly radiates dominance, and it's a thrilling thing to read about. How his energy affects both of you. I find how he interacts with you impressive, as well as how happy and satisfied he makes your Cheerleader. The deliberate, thoughtful power dynamics at play here are incredible. And again with the communication and checking in during the weekend.

And you, Leeanne, you write about the emotions of this experience so eloquently. It's so illuminating, this window into your sissy identity, into your sissy reality.

You are all amazing, and I'm very grateful that there will be further entries as your journey continues.

Thank you for your lovely comment. Sissy Emma is surely fortunate to have you as her Mistress. As for me, so many emotions and feelings are swirling around inside of my sissy brain lately that I almost feel overwhelmed. Mostly, I am happy to witness the joy that my cheerleader seems to be experiencing as a result of this shift in power dynamics within our relationship, as well as within hers and her quarterback.

I don't know how amazing or strong or brave i am. I just know I would be nothing without her. Thank you though for being so sweet to me.

Sweet LeeanneI read this initially with some trepidation....despite your lovely Cheerleaders assurances I worried that the intensity of the weekend together had the potential to damage the beautiful relationship you and she have shared with us. My worries appear to be unfounded.If we took away the power switch from cheerleader to her QB then this might have been a tale any sissy cuckold might tell....I've had weekends similar to this, but in my case all the power and all the orders came from my wife....sometimes they were echoed by her lover but they came from her!!Her current lover has been given limited authority where I'm concerned and like you the first several times we found ourselves alone were very awkward for me....and I think for him too! He's still finding how the three of us fit together and finding the limits. He's not nearly as dominant as your QB appears and for now I like that.The added humiliation that you feel is unique in this case due to who the QB is, his past history with cheerleader, and his knowledge of your inner thoughts and fantasies that he's learned from your blogs. His promise to explore those fantasies with you made me cringe a little and made me twitch in my cage at the same time....scary but hot as hell!!!My wife learned about my blogs some time ago and dismissed them as a silly distraction, she rarely reads them and she prefers the posts that display my sense of humor. As I mentioned in my reply to your cheerleaders post as long as I don't post anything that could identify us either in name or picture she doesn't mind....as long as my other chores don't suffer!!!The idea that they might give direction on your writing/posting is also interesting as it represents another power shift and the results of that remain to be seen!Your reassurances about your feelings are what I wanted to read more than anything else...I've come to care very much about you....you were and are my inspiration, my blogs would not exist without you...I am moved by the tale of your journey and by the way you are able to share each new development along the way....I want so much for you to be happy....more than anything else in this world I've come to know that happiness and love are the two most important things there are....your cheerleader and you have both expressed your love and now you've assured me that you're happy! That makes me happy too!!!I know I tend to get a little long-winded so let me wrap this up.....I love you and I wish you all the best...now I'm going to read the really hot parts again....you don't mind if I have a hand in my panties while I do, do you?Love and kissesKaaren

You never fail me. How lucky I am to count you as one of my friends. You are right on target about so many things that have happened. The past between my cheerleader and her quarterback is certainly a huge part of how I'm impacted by all of this, and mostly in a good way I think. It is embarrassing for me to admit, but I get off on the fact that she is finding her sexual pleasure with her very first man. It is as if she always has been connected to him in that very special bond between a woman (as a sexual being) with a real man put on the earth to satisfy her sexual drive.

Am I happy? Yes. I'm quite sure that I am. I still am anxious about the future and how things will go. But we will see, won't we?

As for where your hand is as you re-read my post? I'd be disappointed if it didn't provide you some messiness. Giggles.

What an amazing post Leeanne. What an amazing weekend - beautifully written as always !!

AS you know I was always nervous about Cheerleader reigniting her sexlife with Tom - a step too far I called it. However the weekend proved her deep-rooted love for you and long-term your relationship with her seems secure. Tom's dominance of both of you was powerful !!

One question for you - I hope you will answer.Does cheerleader still see David/Kurt/Jason etc ?? Please update us. I think its important to separate Cheerleaders sexual life with her "normal" life. Multiple partners help this, although Tom may be best !!

Thank you sweetie. I appreciate your concern for me. Yes. I do think things will be okay. At least I hope so, even if a bit different.

With my cheerleader's permission, I am reporting that she does still see Kurt and David on a fairly regular basis. I'm anxious to see if things will change at all with them. She only sees Jason occasionally when he gets to D.C. for business. But mostly she does seemed focused upon her quarterback and what he does for her.

Wow. To start with, Leeanne, congratulations! You are living a life that most of us can only dream of and fantasize about.

Clearly, this was a bit moment for you all, but I think it will bring you even closer to your Cheerleader and Quarterback. For me, and I know this is the sissiest of thoughts, it's the gift that proves your place in their relationship. I don't understand, though, why you felt receiving it from your Cheerleader’s Quarterback was "beyond humiliating." To me, that's a sign of affection and acceptance . . . something to be treasured.

I was so pleased to see your final thoughts. Fortunate, lucky, privileged, and honored all sound just about right, and I am so glad you enjoyed the weekend - and can admit it openly.

So long as we never lose your voice, our inspiration, I think it could be wonderful to see more of your Cheerleader and her Quarterback on the blog.

Thank you for your sweet comment. Why did I feel "beyond humiliating?" An excellent question and for the reason you note. Of course, on a very real and sissy level, all that has happened is a "sign of affection and acceptance...something to be treasured." And yet, despite that, the act of being cuckolded by my wife's first husband - the first man to ever fuck her - all while submitting to them both and dressed as a sissy is quite humiliating and embarrassing. But, of course, I realize that I get off on that too, as do they, which is why this works at all. I hope that answers your question.

As I have read and kept up with this Blog, feelings of envy passed over me. This site has served to help me deal with my emotions as I transition and that of being submissive to most women. Thank you to all involved here.

WOW! That was a highly detailed well written and very long masterpiece. One would think you'd have a talent and skill to be book author or porn scriptwriter.

While your cheerleader was very careful to comfort you and inquire if things were okay, I was taken by her devotion to the quarterback. Having been married to him prior to you, it almost seems like she might wish she hadn't been so hasty to divorce him. The bond there seems stronger than I'd be comfortable with given your circumstances.

Your interaction with the quarterback seemed initially reserved yet you really seemed to enjoy your sexuality with him. Would you consider asking him to fuck you as enthusiastically as he fucked your wife? I bet you'd enjoy that possibility.

Have you considered as a married bi-sexual, sissy cuckold about taking the next step and beginning hormone therapy so your own breast could develop. The fake breasts are not nearly as fun as your own would be. If that isn't sufficient, implants are common, maybe a full c-cup. You could leave your job and dress and live full-time in your feminine finest. If that went well, you might even consider fully transitioning via re-assignment surgery. I think your cheerleader would a wonderful trainer and supporter. None of this would necessarily require a change of the relationship you have with your cheerleader. In fact I believe taking the next step would strengthen the relationship.

I look forward to your reply. Again, you did the cheerleader and the quarterback proud with your posting.

Oh my! Your thoughts and questions! This is going to be a bit dicey for me. I have been given specific instructions by quarterback to answer all questions asked honestly. Yours are the first within the comments that get tricky for me, mainly because of what the truthful answers are.

First off, I am certain that I will never undergo hormone therapy or receive breast implants. My cheerleader and I would never do that to the other part of our life. Our friends. Our family. Our children. My career. Ever. However, do I ever imagine what it would be like to have real breasts? Oh yes! I think women are so lucky to have the lovely bodies they have and I often wish I were born a woman so that I would be in sync with my emotional nature. Alas, not to be so I must be happy as I am.

Would I want quarterback to fuck me? If he wants me that way, I would submit. I don't know that he would want that. Only he can say. But I do often fantasize about being taken and filled by a real man. But even as I write that here, I am blushing knowing my cheerleader and quarterback now know how I feel about that subject and worry how they may use it with me. Thanks for asking. LOL!

I love this personal and honest response to each comment on your postings. I understand and respect your answers. I am puzzled however by your response about use of hormones and working towards a complete transition to the highest level of femininity as possible. I would think you are denying your self the opportunity to live a truly authentic life and self-fulfillment by living each moment as a total woman. If your concern is what other people such as friends and family will think, I submit they will come around and support you after accepting the initial shock. When they see you are truly happy and being authentic, they will understand and support you and your choice of lifestyle. We are at a tipping point in history and your opportunity is upon you. Don't miss it. I speak knowing I missed my opportunity. I'm 20 to 30 years too early and now my health leaves me only a short time. Be true to yourself.

I appreciate all that you say. However, it would really not matter whether I wanted to go down that path or not. My cheerleader would never agree to it, and she has as much, if not more, to say about it as I have. She has accepted me as I am. I cannot, and would not, ask for more.

Hi Cheerleader,I've read Leeannes wonderful account of your weekend with Tom. It was hot, it was erotic and it was powerful.However for me the main parts that stood out for me were :

1. When you said good night sissy, I love you.2. When you went into Sissy's bedroom for a kiss/cuddle and to make sure she was OK.3. Leaving Labor day free for a day with your sissy and to do normal man/wife things like go to game together.

Relationships between a wife and a sissy are complex - most do not survive as wife wants a "real" man, but there are significant advantages to havibf a sissy spouse which you clearly recognise :

Sensitivity to a woman's needsSympathy to a woman's point of view.Unquestioned adoration for wife from sissy.No chauvinistic attitudes.

It is admirable that you have accepted Leeanne. You have had benefits too to explore your sexual needs with real men, especially your ex, with the approval of Leeanne without a guilty conscience. You are getting best of both worlds.

You must see from all comments that many sissies follow this blog. We all love Leeanne and just want her to be happy. You are a special couple.

I think it's wonderful how the latest turn of events has blossomed into what seems like a new life for all involved. I can see the passion and level of concern that both you, Cheerleader and Quarterback have for Leeanne's feeling and emotional state.

I do have several questions. I only ask because of past histories of others, including myself. Please don't take these questions as offensive since they are simply out of curiosity.

For Leeanne and Cheerleader: Have either of you have any thoughts about starting Leeanne on HRT to help align her body and mind into a more complete feminine stature? It would eliminate the need for Leeanne to have to wear breast forms and would also allow her to experience the wonderful feelings when a man plays and suckles real breasts. I know from experience that HRT helped train my body to experience many beautiful feelings and emotions as well as new sensations that some women experience when having sex. HRT would also solve the problem of her possibly hurting herself while in her cage when she becomes aroused. It could also eliminate the cage altogether and allow Leeanne to have a feminine appearance when dressed as a woman. She could still appear outwardly male during those times that called for her to portray being a man but would be able to under-dress as a true sissy.

For Quarterback and Cheerleader: Have you discussed if and when QB will be moving in on a more permanent basis? After reading the detailed account of the weekend, I get the impression that QB has implied that he may want to get more intimate with Leeanne when he becomes more comfortable with the relationship. From the level of stamina that he showed this weekend, it wouldn't be that much of a stretch of the imagination to see that he would be able to take care of both his women. Again HRT may help Leeanne in the long run if this happens.

Again I hope that my questions are not taken as offensive for I truly hope that the three of you find that happiness in a long and loving relationship.

I believe part of your questions were answered when I replied to KB earlier. My cheerleader and I have never discussed HRT. We won't either as she would never allow it. And we have another part of our life that we would never disrupt by doing that. As for what quarterback intends, I think only the future will reveal.

It was a pleasure to read your story will continue in a new interesting way and all of you tried to get the maximum of joy for everybody.

That the two of you will be more devoted to a big hard and strong dick especially Toms is good to read. "Slut, Bitch, etc." sounds that the tone will be move more to a submission or slavery part (handcuffs and so on, smile). I think it will bring much more power in the sexual games and lifestyle.It seems that chearleader also gets turned on by this. To develop is very important. Don't eat the same chocolate cake each day, after a while you will hate the cake. So it's good that new rules will take place.

Maybe you'll do a vacation together. With a good trained sissy it will be fun. In a place who nobody knows you, you can be the sissy you are, including dressed in a nice girly way and behavior. It is maybe also necessary that you get fucked more on a regular basis. It can be a dildoride, a fucking maschine or a real dick. That's to decide is on Chearleader and Tom. A well fucked sissy will be much more thankfull just in hope for we next allowed ride, it's also good for your health.

To modificate your body like suggested, is a part I was thinking about. Of course it's a nice idea to have real tits, but it will harm your normal social life deeply. So I think it has not taking place. To be able to switch between both sides is something that's also important for your chearleader.

There are a lot of questions from the audiance, so we'll hope you will answer every questions in a accurate way and report the steps you'll take in the furture in the same way as your last report.

Thank you Miss for your sweet thoughts. So much has shifted for us. I agree that it may be a good thing for my cheerleader and me to be able to enjoy her quarterback's big, hard dick together, in our own unique way. Your thought about the vacation together hit a nerve. Quarterback has already mentioned to me in a text message that he might invite me on their next excursion on his yacht to serve them during the trip. We would be isolated there other than his crew, and for me that would add an element of humiliation that I think quarterback is excited about.

Hi, Um... I'm not exactly sure how to make this comment but I've been a reader and follower of your blog for as long as I can remember, and seeing how you've developed and changed has been very.. special. I suddenly find myself wondering how I can meet the same fate as you have?

Do you find that you are absolutely content and happy with your final destination?

First, thank you for following my blog and story for so long. I appreciate that you find what I have to say worthwhile. And that you find my life, as I describe it, special. As for how I got to where I am, well as my story describes, it has been a long and twisting journey that has not always been easy. for me though, I think I have to give credit to my wife. If she had rejected me when I first revealed my sissy nature to her, who knows where I'd be. I'm just very lucky. On the other hand, I found a woman I loved and who truly loved me, and we found a way. I hope that helps and that you are able to move to the place where you want to be.

that are good news. Another suggestions from Lady Sonja: In 32 Days the Fantasy Fest on Key West will start. We visited it in the past. It's a place where dreams come true. You can act openly as a sissy. The Quaterback can expose your chearleader in an open way, bare breasts, transparent dresses or slutty outfits on the street. He also can get you a collar with a dog leash. So you can go as the sissy your are behind them on your High Heels. With the dog leash he can show the power over you. The best? Nobody cares. We never expected, that this is possible in America. Only things like the Nippelgate were known on our site of the ocean. It was pure fun to stay there. We only wanted to visit the Key's and were dropped in the middle of this event. Wow!

Dear Sissy,ooh, yes. I'm longing for the story that sissy is walking thru the Duval-Street in High Heels hot as hell with a nice collar and dog leash. Your cheerleader is exposed well to everyone, also in High Heels. You both get so horny during your humiliation that you can't wait to share this cock each in her own way. So you both will do everything to please. Ok on the Street there is no further action allowed, but maybe the yacht is not far away....

Dear Leeanne,I've been following your blog for some time now and I love it, especially these detailed insights you provide into your life.Perhaps I haven't been paying as much as attention as some of the commentators, but I didn't share their reservations about Cheerleader's involvement with Quarterback. It seemed to me that any lady who has followed your dreams as far as Cheerleader has must truly love you.However, I see that the existence of this blog is a betrayal of her trust and you have been very lucky in that respect.It is interesting that you had qualms as the events unfolded, even though these events were some of your greatest fantasies, judging by your fantasy postings! You have highlighted the difference between fantasy and reality and I'm pleased that the gulf wasn't too broad to bridge.I'm not surprised that Cheerleader is aroused by your interaction with Quarterback. My darling wife over recent years has confessed she finds gay sex highly arousing. It seems to be exactly the same as the arousal many men feel about lesbian sex!I hope that you and Cheerleader continue along this happy path together and I look forward to learning what else she has in store for you: anal sex? Your own boyfriend? A real life sissy girlfriend? Breast implants (large enough for you to need to wear a bra at all times, but small enough to conceal under a well-tailored suit, when necessary)?In any event, now that you have Cheerleader's permission, please keep sharing with us. My one regret is that your real life updates can be very widely spaced!Love,NancyPS I wrote this before reading the other comments as I wanted to give my thoughts. Please feel free to ignore the duplication!

Thank you sweetie for being such a long time blog follower. Kisses to you! Yes. My cheerleader has always been aroused watching me with a cock in my mouth - even in the beginning before she cuckolded me and we only played with cock shaped dildos.

As fro what they have in store for me, I have no idea, although I am fairly confident that implants are not on the agenda, and for the reasons I've already explained in response to other comments. I will likely be providing more real life updates now that quarterback is in charge.

I've been reading your blog for several years now and can honestly say that you've been an inspiration to me as I confront my own feelings and desires.

I feel so much better emotionally since I finally admitted (and accepted to myself) that yes, I AM A SISSY. It makes me feel so good inside to be able to admit that to myself.

And I THANK YOU for helping me to be able to admit that openly to myself.

I confess I've been a bit worried about your most recent posts: I worry that now that your Cheerleader and her Quarterback know about your blog that it will turn into THEIR blog. That they will seek to "own" the posts that appear here. And that concerns me because it's YOUR thoughts that I am interested in them as I continue my own journey.

My beautiful wife knows that I'm also a sissy, and she is sometimes more accepting than other times. As I am sure you know, this is not an "overnight" thing. I've directed her to your blog often, when you had specific posts that really "spoke" to me.

You have my respect and my love, and I wish you all the best, no matter what comes.

Wow! That is amazing to hear that I have been of help to you. Yes. Admitting one is a sissy is a very freeing thing, and when your wife accepts you, it is even more so. Would you be willing to share a story about the two of you together when you are being her sissy? I'd love to hear it. I'd also love to hear how she feels about what she's read on my blog when she has done so.

Much love and kisses to you as you continue your own journey to discovering your true nature.

Thank you, Leeanne. I actually sent an eMail to you at the address in your profile just over a year ago - July 2015 in fact. I remember how nervous (and excited) I was when I sent it because I was actually telling someone other than my wife how I felt.

Do I have warm feelings toward quarterback? Hmmm. I have respect for his power position in my relationship with my cheerleader. I love his cock. Sooooo much. I have to admit that. I do enjoy pleasing him.

Do I appreciate how he pleases my cheerleader? Very much so. I love seeing her being taken to places that I could never take her.

As for mother and father figures, that is outside of my experience. I suppose that a sissy in such a dynamic should be expected to please them, as a sissy is by her nature submissive.

Dear Leeanne,I think I like this new regime requiring full and complete response to questions.But first, I am happy for you, your Cheerleader and I guess her Quarterback (although I am -- as you will see -- more interested in the couple dynamic as opposed to the threesome dynamic).Above you have alluded to "another part of your life". Which I am assuming are your straight friends, business associates and family. So, first question, since the QB was able to ferret you out, are you concerned someone else might also be able to ferret you out? Of particular concern would be an error due to complacency as you all become more familiar with your stations. Do you not think your sons might have some curiosity if the QB is around more? Especially staying at your house?I have often compared your journey to your friend sissy terrie of A Married Sissy Cuckold. Terrie and Diane are moving more and more to a 24/7 FLR. The tone of your life implies you may be headed that way yourselves. Do you see that? Or is this a game that is played (often it seems) but then is put on the shelf? Do you still wear your bejeweled butt plug to work? In chastity close to 24/7?I refer back to a posting you had earlier – "Accord and Satisfaction". In it you wrote “My cheerleader left me out of chastity the entire holiday and we made love every night through New Year’s Eve. It was a wonderful time for us.” I wonder if you have had or will have similar “wonderful times”?Will you fill us in on what has happened on your journey from the time of the Labor Day sailing adventure up to your more recent posts? There were promises of details with some of your other contacts.Changing gears a little, I was curious as to what the feelings were of your Cheerleader when your blog was outed to her. Was it more anger or disappointment? Anger for sharing with the public or disappointment that you were not able to share with your Cheerleader you inner most feelings? Or a combination?As you ended your post you indicated nervousness about the future. I am sure many of your loyal readers share your unease. But like you, we are along for the ride. At this point I would like to think most of us have good expectations for the marriage of Leeanne and her Cheerleader. You are in an envious loving relationship. Please continue to share the trip!

OMG! So many questions! How can I possibly reply to them all? Oh my! I will do my best, but please understand if I move through some quickly. You are an inquisitive one you are!

I suppose in the back of my mind I always worry that I'll be found out. I sometimes wonder if I don't secretly wish it. But no. I don't. There would just be too many complications I don't want to deal with. As for our sons, none live in the area. We can control when they show up and never need to worry about quarterback crossing paths with them.

My cheerleader keeps me in chastity most of the time. She lets me out when needed, but not for sex. She has come to understand how important it is to each of us that I understand my role and limitations sexually. Being in chastity helps achieve that balance. As for plugging, she only plugs me occasionally, although I have been told to expect plugging this upcoming weekend.

Wonderful times you ask? Why, all of our times are wonderful!

I cannot promise to go back and catch everyone up on the past few years at this point. Gosh! There is sooo much to tell. I apologize for my shortcomings in that regard.

As for cheerleader's learning of my blog, she was both angry and disappointed. Angry to find it out and then very disappointed that I did it and hid it from her. I was wrong to hide it from her. Thankfully, I think, that is behind us now.

Sweet LeeanneI am so happy things worked out for you despite all your apprehension. I only want you to be happy. What an intense weekend! Your account is so real and enlightening and arousing! Thank you so much for showing us behind the curtain of your sissy journey.

You were such a good submissive little sissy girl I hate to point out a little detail I expected you to be punished for Sunday morning. QB told you Saturday evening that you were to wear your pink uniform to serve breakfast but you wore your black one. Minor detail I know but as sissies we must carefully follow all instructions.

I was expecting an over the lap spanking from your QB and/or your Cheerleader. Then maybe 30 minutes corner time with some clover clamps attached to your nipples the whole time. Then a medium sized butt plug inserted into your little sissy pussy until after lunch.

Ok the nipple clamps and butt plug I didn't expect but a small OTK spanking I thought might happen.

What are your thoughts on punishments from your Cheerleader? Your QB? In general?

Dear Leeanne,OK, I did it again. Having had another night to sleep on your story, I have two more questions:1.Is the Accord still in force? 'She told me that from that point forward she would only agree to meet up with him once a month when he was in D.C. on business."2.Do you have any regrets you had not shared your blog with your Cheerleader earlier?

Dearest LeeanneThank you for your honest and quick replies. For now you have satisfied this inquisitive fan. You have your own psyche and appear to know it well. It would appear that some of your hesitation and insecurity exhibited in the early years are behind you. Looks like you have chosen an exciting and different path. Enjoy the ride.KissesBillieCee

Leanne you are the luckiest sissy I know. I would love to be in your shoes ( literally your 5 inch stilettos) and have everyday be like your weekend. To have a wife so supportive of your real self. To have QB take control, I envy you you lucky girl keep it up and give me hope

So much interest and so many comments. i love the way you have told your story and now bring quarterback and your cheerleader into the mix. I love that that they read our comments - quarterback you shoud know that when i read sissy's blog, i wish i was there to serve you and take your cock in my mouth. Cheerleader - to me you are a goddess. For all the challnenges, sissy is so very fortunate. It must be a privilege to be her feminine self with you, to be able to accept every instruction, to be gifted by the privilege of licking you clean, to show her acceptance of your dominiion. You are all inspirations to so many of us.

Thank you so much for posting and sharing your journey. I first discovered your blog when you posted that you had been discovered by Quarterback, and it has taken me this long to start from the beginning and catch up. And while many of your escapades sound like a dream come true for a sissy, in the moment it must have been so humiliating and cold-sweat inducing at the time! As it seems like there is quite a bit of time from when the event took place and when you are able to write and post on your blog, do you find that in recounting the events the anxiety returns or more of those feelings a sissy has when fantasizing of those events?

Also, because so much of what's happened to you matches so many of those sissy fantasy posts, is allowing you to enjoy it complicated by the fact that it is Quarterback who is the man in control? For example, do you think you would feel any different if it was another dominant male who has discovered you and cheerleader but without the past of being the ex?

Your blog is amazing and I will be an avid reader and follower of your adventures.

About Me

Simply put, I'm a sissy. See blog title. I have been all of my life. But, like many of us, I hid it. When I first began this blog, only my wife knew about me. However, over the past nearly two years, my sissy journey has continued and, as I have described in the posts in which I reveal my sissy journey, there are now others who know I am a sissy. However, those who do are not people who have known me long and certainly no one who is a close friend or family. My wife and I want to maintain our privacy. Anyone else in my life would have no idea that I am a sissy. Though, I'm often teased for "understanding" the woman's point of view a little too well. And now, I'm sharing with the world. I'll share more as I develop my blog. I've been collecting images from the web for so long that I can't possibly remember where they all came from. So, if I post anything that someone recognizes as theirs, and i haven't credited you, just let me know and I'll happily either remove or post proper credit as soon as I'm informed. Thanks for understanding.